Lyrics:
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Uvek sam našminkana tip-top
I nova Fashion Nova tip-top
I uvek sredjena sam tip-top
Ma šta te briga s kim sam, pičko
Pleši mala, bara puna para
Noć
haluun spendaa mun pressat
Koska tää mimmi on tip top
Ja mun fiilikset real niiku hip-hop
Ylös alas vie niiku kiskot
Pitkin San Franciscoo
Mä fiilaan
Slechte assie geen vloei en tip
In de club dat is Gotu Jim
Een lelijk wijf maar ja ze pijpt
Ewa ja dat is Gotu Jim
Ben weer te laat te weinig tijd
These niggas act like, I ain't sling the clip at the last lane
And ran to the cops to bring the tips of the last names
(Nigga)
Like I ain't bring
at the sky
I emptied out the gun bustin' all at the sky
Then I went and stole the bow and arrow from my dad
To the arrow tips I tied gasoline soaked rags
troubles
Can't even tell wrong from right
I'm gonna comb my hair
Darn my socks, tip my hat and say goodnight
It's wedding day in Funeralville
What shall I
She loves me lots, and that's for real
That night, I snuck in her back door with a bucket of chicken and a bottle
of Faygo
Tip-toe, tip-toe creeping,
right at your finger tips
That one true love, you're dreaming of
Darlin' what would you say
If I told you it's an arms length away
For so long I've
to rag that asset
From corner to cassette
Chumps come try to trash it and
See how far that gets
On the rhymin' tip, I ain't no joke
Singin' tip? Golden
serfdom
Beware, beware imposed serfdom
Robotics and machinery
Could tip the scales of power to an elite few
Wealth upon wealth amassed
A post-industrial
stopping.
It's such a relief your next to him and not with me or on my tip.
What's up buttercup,
When I am down and all washed up you make me feel
tip
Baby take that California trip,
Get your kicks on Route 66, oh!
Well, it winds from St. Louis down to Missouri
Oklahoma City looks mighty
right, where they supposed to be (supposed to be, supposed to be)
Kiss from my roots
Twist on your belly when you tip on your toe (yeah, kisses on you)
Better off suckin' on a dick
'Cause bitch you ain't fuckin' with this
Get low, get low
Make 'em drop down to the tip toes
Dick swole, dick swole
of chicken and a bottle
of Faygo
Tip-toe, tip-toe creeping, cause I know my baby's sleeping
Snuck in the bedroom, look through (aaaahhh!)
She stuck me in
on me
As I look at you tonight.
I tip my hat to the keeper of the stars
He sure knew what he was doin'
When he joined these two hearts
I hold everything
younger bitch i aint benjamin button
what ever u like sharin i aint stingy with nothin
so i could dollar tip ya or either halo tip
let me kno
funky hip (hip what) hop
'll make a drip (drip what) drop
I like to rip (rip what) shop
I always slip (slip what) cops
Reachin the tip (tip what) top
Come
gonna be sliding by
but hit the weed tip first cause my clique got to be riding high
cause it feels so good
[Chorus]
It feels so good how we kick it in
That bitch wanna tip
That bitch want my drug
I pull up on this hoe
I'm ridin' in a Spaceship
These hoes they want my pole
These hoes want a dick
From she hear I is di Soca King
She wan' show me Dancehall bubbling
She put her foot pon di speaker
And tip-ti-ti-tip pon she toe ring, yo
Den she
Got my bitch out, French tip-toes and her heels (French)
If I pour a four, nigga, what you gon' pour? (huh?)
Feelin' like Rich Homie with Cease
with the hollow tips and unload
Time to collect your soul, tip toe in the door
(Aight) Shorty tip-toin' on her heels
(Aight) Got the big mansion on the hills
(Aight) No education
Por eso es que yo ando con mi ganga
Al armero le
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